Part two in the Angus Trilogy
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Three years before I were to meet Angus' cousins, I had the pleasure of introducing my hand to his bare ass. It was a revelation to me how much I enjoyed spanking this eleven year old's naked butt, and I think that part of Angus (not his backside part, that's for sure) actually enjoyed the attention too. He sure did enjoy the comics he was getting out of the deal; everyday was his birthday!
Actually, it was more like every week or every other week that Angus slipped over to my apartment. He was a scrappy little bastard, and enjoyed the fact that (most of the time) I treated him like an adult. He loved to hang around, and talk comics and music and televsion and movies...in the back of our minds, though, we both knew that before he would leave, he would be rubbing his very sore heiney.
It was never done to be mean or hateful. Only just enough where it became painful. Whenever he really started to squrim or cry out, then I would give one or two more hard wacks and let me go. Sometimes he tried to fake it, but I knew his ass too well to be fooled.
About a third of the time, Angus would be the one to ask if I wanted to spank him, in exchange for some comic book. Other times I would be the one to have to find a suitable book. As time marched on, his fees got larger and larger. Deep down I knew that I could just take him and whollop the hell out of him, but that would destroy the trust we had been building.
I had never thought of giving him a "real" spanking before. He was a pretty good kid, and if he ever misbehaved I would tell him that he couldn't come over anymore. He had been discipline pretty hard by his step father, and now that he was with his real Pop, he pretty much had to raise himself. For awhile he was doing a pretty good job, but after about a year he started to back slide.
Angus was hanging out with this other white trash piece of _s_h_i_t_ named Shawn. Shawn was bad news, who (at the age of 12 and 13) would drink and smoke and vandalize. I kept telling Angus not to hang out with him (because his real dad, Eddie, wouldn't) Angus would feed me some _c_o_c_k_ and bull story, and then I would see them together again.
One weekend, shortly after Angus turned 12, he had asked to spend the night over my place. I said sure, but that I had some shopping to do. We had agreed that he could just let himself in, and make himself at home. Even though I had a dumpy apartment, it was still a million times nicer than the _s_h_i_t_-hole efficiency he shared with his Dad.
I ran late that night, and imagine my horror when I came and there was Angus entertaining Shawn and a bunch of Shawn's friends. And what's worse, they were drinking my beer. I was so pissed. "Do you little ass-holes know how much trouble I could get it?" I screamed, before I threw all of them out. All of them, except Angus, who was trying to play it cool and act like I was the one who had just ruined HIS party.
I put my stuff away, not saying a word. Always a bad sign, Angus knew. He quickly changed his tone, and started to help me clean up, apologizing all the way, and then asking if he should go home. I looked over to the clock and sighed, "No, but you should go take your bath." He didn't say a word, as he hurried into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.
I knew he had hoped that I would come in and talk to him and wash his back like I usually did, but I didn't. I was so furious at him, and after some soul searching I knew I had to give him a real spanking.
His face lit up when I poked my head in the bathroom. "Get out, now," I said sternly. "Bring you and the towel into the bedroom," I finished before leaving.
Quickly he hopped up, and wrapped the towel around his midsection. He scurried into the bedroom as quickly as he could. By now I was sitting on the bed waiting for him and his ass.
"I am so sorry, Tommy," he said, walking in.
"Come over here and give me the towel," I said, glaring at him. It was then that I saw that he knew what awaited his poor bum. Dispite that knowledge, he walked over and gave me the big, wool towl.
"Are you going to spank me?" he asked, directly, as i draped the towl over my lap - his naked, and still hairless body, was still wet.
"Bring me that brush from over there," I said, pointing to my dresser.
"The hair brush?!" he said, eyes wide open.
"No, not tonight," I said, pointing again. "Tonight it's a BOTTOM brush. Now get it, and come over here."
Reluctantly he did just that. He went over and picked it up, and ran his left hand down the back of it. It was big and wide and wooden...and why I hadn't thought of this sooner, I'll never know!
He came over, his little balls giggling to a beat all their own. When he got over to me, he handed me the bottom brush and looked at me with such saddness and remorse.
Too _f_u_c_k_ing late.
I took the brush with my left hand, as I lead him around with my right. Over my lap, onto the towl the naughty 12 year old went. I then secured him tightly, with my right leg wrapped around the top of his feet, and my left arm pinning the rest of his body down. Then I arched his quivering naked ass up even further, and then (immediately) I went to town!!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!
He was crying bloody murder after only the first four. The hrush proved to be quite a god-send, and I paddled his ass like he was MY red headed step child...
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!
He was bucking and screaming and pleading me to stop before I reached ten. This was much different then our little game that we had played...
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!
This was for real!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!
Part of me felt bad, because I knew about the vicious beatings his step father had given him.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!
But I knew that HE knew that was doing this out of love for him...
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!!
He would later admit, that even though he was screaming like a burn victim, he was grateful it was ME who was tanning his hide...
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!
because he knew how much i did care for him.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Still, I blistered his butt real good.
WHACK!! WHACK!!!!
The spanks were fast and furious. Unlike anything either of us had experienced.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!!
And when I was done, he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed on my lap, eventually able to curl up against my chest as he had so often before. "not so fast," I thought. He was to be punished!
When he calmed down, I made him go stand in the corner, just for added measure. One time I caught him rubbing his rear. I took him back to the bed, and this time (with the palm of my hand) I gave him ten solid SPANKS and sent him weeping back to the corner, this time witht the hands on top of the head.
After an hour of corner time, all was forgiven, but it was now so late that he needed to go to bed.
That night, as his naked body drifted off to sleep in my arms, he made a point to grab my right hand, and move it down to his bare ass cheeks and rub them. They had never been that warm in the time I had known them. Then something curious happened. As I was finally drifting off to sleep, I felt the gentle, moist pressence of two soft lips kissing my neck.
That was the only time Angus ever kissed me, but it wasn't the last time his fanny got combed with the business end of my bottom brush!
In PART THREE, Angus introduces me to his younger cousins...